DJ Premier - Say Goodnight lyrics

[Reks] Premo Reks Long time coming Listen! [Reks] I think they want the new P.E now Ice Cube, n***a With An Attitude now They want a dude who's immune to the rules Short fuse, aiming at Q, Bishop on the roof now They want me to say; f** who in the game If your the best rapper alive, then Reks insane I think Preme's insane, best producer alive Me up on his track is like needles to the veins Like burners to the brain, suicide chess, playing suicide king My aim when I came was to bring back the Gangstarr audio reign No longer R-E-K-S, it's R-E-Cocaine Y'all on the way out, Reks on the way in Eastcoast boom bap, PM to the AM Opinion on my rap, delivery propane Rhythmatic, eternal king, supreme, remember the name - REKS [Hook] Scrathes by DJ Premier Big Pun "Say Goodnight" Rakim "Drop the mic you shouldn't be holding it This is how it should be done" Xzibit "Dropping bows on 'em, I like to catch them While they slippin'" Big Pun "Say Goodnight" Rakim "Drop the mic, you shoudn't be holding it This is how it should be done" 50 Cent "I'm serious man, I'm so sincere" [Reks] Rockabye, pop rapper to sleep, heavenly conscious Melodies monstrous, R's one hell of an artist Sylibal darksmith, lyrical bars pimp caution Beware of close proximity cause conflicts Even through all this garbage, nonesense, media sponsers I'm gonna spit the raw sh**, regardless My thoughts in co*kpit, steering past and just through the darkness While nerds be writing blurbs in office I am return of the legendary, duck through the cemetery Soul of the ghost in my bones, so I never worry UHH, I think they want the new Makaveli I can really feel the pains and the strains through my belly Hunger gettin' deadly, ain't a k**er, don't tempt me Fill the booth cuz the youth mental frames on empty Opinion on my rap, the flow's ether, the soulseeker Born leader, R-E-K-S remember the name [Hook] [Reks] Yeah, I think I wanna k** Bill O'Riley 187 G-Dub, peel wheels on dunallis Mommy I'm sorry, but when these dudes rap I be thinkin that I should pull a Shyne in the party Nickel nine in the audience of weak rap shows I never needed guns, but as my stress grows Need that East-swag back, a new Westcoast 80 percent of the new South rap sh** blows Now the Midwest, shinin', respect their grindin' But turn up my face, the bullsh** rap-whinin' UHH, say goodnight to the industry, DJ Premier sentenced me To prepare, something lethal for they ears So here it is for the people, compare me to no other artist I swear no equals, I hear their public opinion On my rap, say the future of the game Top 10 D.O.A. - Reks, remember the name [Hook] [Reks] REKS